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…the invisible dragons flew so close- I could feel the burning breath on my neck. Mountain water filled the wooden cup in a shaman hands…
Drumming in 7 bit pattern penetrated into the heart, the magic chant took the soul to the journey – a path of Earth. The rattle rumbles, calling Spirits of East, South, West and North, up above, middle, down below; riffling through the levels…
To find the fragments,soul possessions quest-to restore the balance.
Read more at: Haibun Monday at d'Verse
